as follows.
Congratulations on passing the music festival's audition! You will soon enter the next round of competition, and if you pass, you will be able to perform on the music festival stage!
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After reading the letter, Yang Feng was speechless. Almost a week and a half had passed before the letter was sent, and the timing was so rushed. The competition was scheduled for the day after tomorrow.
He folded the envelope and put it in his pocket. He had to participate in the music festival and win the championship; it was the system's mission.
Yang Feng went to the bathroom, took out the rose gold iPhone 6 from his pants that he had changed out of earlier, and tried to turn it on for a long time, but the screen was still black.
Suddenly, I felt extremely weak and wondered if the phone repair shop could fix it.
I went into the small living room and glanced at the small alarm clock on my sister's desk. It was only around 9:30 p.m., and the phone repair shop should still be open at this time.
"Lianqing, I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back in half an hour."
Yang Feng opened the door, turned around to look at his sister, and said.
"It's so late, where are you going?"
Yang Lianqing pouted slightly, her big, bright eyes fixed on Yang Feng, and asked.
"I'm going out to get my phone fixed; it's broken. Finish your homework and go to bed early; you have school tomorrow."
Yang Feng waved the fruit 6 in his hand, closed the door, and walked downstairs.
The crescent moon, like a sickle, shines upon every corner of Yanjing.
The pedestrian street was still bustling with people at night. Among the crowd, there was a man with a good temperament, but his brows were furrowed with sorrow.
Since Yang Feng has embarked on the path of cultivation, this is just a special minor ability possessed by ordinary cultivators. Cultivators are always surrounded by a wisp of subtle spiritual energy.
In addition, Yang Feng was quite handsome, which attracted many girls around him to turn around and look at him.
"Sigh..." Yang Feng sighed deeply, then gave a wry smile. He had just told his sister not to sigh so much, but he couldn't help himself.
The repair shop said the phone was completely beyond repair, but it could be sold for fifty yuan or exchanged for two metal basins.
Yang Feng would never sell it; it was a gift from Han Shilan.
Back home, Yang Lianqing, holding a glass of milk, saw her brother walk in looking lost and dejected. She frowned slightly and asked:
"Brother, what's wrong? You look terrible."
"It's nothing, I'm sleepy, you should go to bed early."
Yang Feng forced a bitter smile, walked towards the room, and lay down on the bed, a single tear falling onto the mattress...
Meanwhile, in the US capital, it was still daytime.
In a beautiful, pure white villa, a pretty girl stood in front of the window. She had a delicate face, wore a black school uniform, and had long, jet-black hair with a faint hint of yellow.
"Yang Feng, I miss you so much... I wonder how you are doing in China." The one whispering softly was Han Shilan.
"Shilan, it's time. Today is Mr. Han's third surgery. Let's go quickly."
A kind and gentle voice came from behind her.
Han Shilan turned around, nodded slightly, and said:
"Uncle Jiang, let's go. I've already asked Ms. Shirley for leave."
"Okay, let's go." Uncle Jiang smiled kindly, patted Han Shilan's head, left the quaint villa, and drove in a Porsche 911 toward the best Western hospital in the United States.
Sitting in the car, Han Shilan looked out the window at the unfamiliar surroundings with a melancholy expression. She took out a photo album from her small bag and saw her photos with Yang Feng again.
She had no choice but to leave Yang Feng. Even if she told him the reason for her departure, did he really think he would give up everything in China to come to the United States with her?
Maybe, perhaps he will...
"Beep beep beep—"
A sudden ringing of the phone pulled her from her thoughts.
Han Shilan took out her newly bought cell phone. It was a call from her mother. She answered the phone and learned that her father, Han Yutang, had entered the operating room and was in critical condition.
His father, Han Yutang, was diagnosed with mid-stage brain cancer, a terminal illness. He suddenly had a breakdown while attending a meeting in Yanjing and collapsed from his chair onto the floor.
After hanging up the phone, Han Shilan was extremely anxious. She leaned over to the driver's seat and said to Uncle Jiang:
"Uncle Jiang, drive faster! My dad has already gone into the operating room!"
“Okay, no problem.” Uncle Jiang glanced at Han Shilan, then nodded slightly and sped up the car.
The car sped along the wide, empty highway.
Buzzing—
Just then, a black Lamborghini sped off like crazy, followed closely by more than a dozen luxury sports cars.
"What happened?! Didn't I already order all vehicles to be prohibited from entering this road?"
The man speaking was the young master of the Rothschild family, a prominent clan. Upon seeing the car in front of him, a surge of anger rose within him.
"Dare to drive on our private highway that we use every week? Heh, then—Go to death!!"
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Jiang, who was in the driver's seat of the Porsche, saw in the rearview mirror that two expensive sports cars were actually sandwiching him!